Balance The Admissions Poem by Vincent Topp

Just met today
Small talk, the odd probe
Settled on mutual interests
Eyeing up all of the time.

Fear of drying up
The nervous energy pushed us on
But all of the time we were aware
Not to give out too much
You don’t drop down the rope ladder
Unless your certain a friend is climbing up.

Balance the admissions
Holding back, just yet
All the fears and desires
For the right time, the right person
Giving out all that you are
Leave’s you open to attack, rejection.

How honest was I?
How honest was she?
You peel the layers off one by one
Remove the labels still attached.

Balance the admissions
Sleep with them
A little while longer.